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3 But O! when gloomy doubts prevail,
I fear to call thee mine;
And all my hopes decline.
Thou art my only trust;
Tho' prostrate in the dust.
And shall I seek in vain ?
Be deaf when I complain?
Attends the mourner's prayer;
To breathe my sorrows there! 7 Thy mercy-seat is open still,
Here let my soul retreat,
And wait beneath thy feet!
Salvation by Grace. 1
Now to the pow'r of God supreme
He calls lost wand'ring souls to heaven. 2 Not for our duties or deserts,
But of his own abounding grace,
3 'Twas his own purpose that begun
To rescue rebels doom'd to die;
Before he spread the starry sky. 4 Jesus the Lord appears at last,
And makes his Father's counsels known,
And brings immortal blessings down! 5 Amidst temptations sharp and long
My soul to this dear refuge flies;
When tempests roar and billows rise. 6 The Gospel bears my spirits up;
A faithful and unchanging God
Ezek. ix. 4.
7.6. 1 DREADFUL sin-chastising God!
If the decree is past,
Must scourge our land at last;
The sinners who thy judgment dare,
Thy praying people spare!
Thou must avenged be,
The souls that trust in thee:
Hide their precious lives above,
And make them thy peculiar care; Spare the remnant, Lord, in love!
Thy praying people spare! Mark the men who deeply sigh
Our nation's guilt to view; Hear their deprecating cry,
And save the mournful few!, Far from them thy plague remove,
The famine and the waste of war; Spare the remnant, Lord, in love!
Thy praying people spare! 4 On thy little flock of sheep
Olet thy goodness shine! Smile on us who wish to weep
Beneath the hand divine! Help us, O thou holy Dove,
To breathe the much availing pray'r; Spare the remnant, Lord, in love!
Thy praying people spare!
6.8. On what has now been sown
Thy blessing, Lord, bestow;
To make it spring and grow:
Glory to our God and King;
To rehearse his solemn praise !
Angels, join the cheerful sound!
Glory to th' eternal God!
Gracious thou, our thanks receive;
Every where be thou ador'd!
Sing we still in Jesu's name;
See how rude winter's icy hand
And spread new beauties all around. 2 My soul a sharper winter mourns,
Barren and fruitless I remain;
3 Jesu, my glorious sun, arise !
'Tis thine the frozen heart to move; Oh, hush these storms, and clear my skies, And let me feel thy vital love!
4 Dear Lord, regard my feeble cry,
I faint and droop till thou appear;
5 Be still, my soul, and wait his hour
With humble pray'r and patient faith;
6 He, by whose all-commanding word
Seasons their changing course maintain,
How safe and how happy are they
Who on the good Shepherd rely!
Their wants he will surely supply!
All creatures obey his command;
And leave all my cares in his hand!